Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.